vw -- I wouldn't go with the apartment that has a shared entrance.
I feel kinda foolish. I made plans to met some people to see Cars tonight. We talked about 9 and 10:30. I assumed we were going to meet up at 9, but I went to the theater, waited until about 10 after and then went home. I left the cell phone number at home so I couldn't call. I get home, message on my machine and I try the number but no answer. So I leave a rather rambly message about how I must have screwed up the times.
Now, what happens if the person doesn't call me back? It was just a generic message "the pcs customer you have reached blah blah" so now I'm worried I copied down the cell phone number wrong. Should I go back to the theater at 10:20?
Being social can be confusing.
I made the mistake of leaving Owen alone while I went up and put Olivia in her crib for a nap this afternoon. In no less than five minutes, he'd taken off his clothes, stripped off his diaper and taken a shit on my floor.
He then fell asleep on the ottoman with his shitty little ass sticking up in the picture window.
Oh, Cash. What a mess. Time for a chastity diaper?
Two words, Cash: Duct tape.
Owen, you naughty boy. You've gone and given the neighbors a photo opportunity they really didn't want to see. Now you owe your Momma some good behavior in future, or she's gonna have to try that boxing gloves+duct tape idea that your evil Auntie Katie told her about.
Er. Where do the boxing gloves go?
ETA: Oh! Right. Never mind.
t /Litella
(stage whisper) The big clumsy hands slows 'em down, see. Can't get their clever little fingers under the elastic of the waistband. Shhh. Don't tell him. Let's watch him figger it out.
Again I say, remember the cautionary tale taught by Laura's boys wrt duct tape. IJS.
Even so, Cash, you shoulda took a picture. It could be Owen's, "It was white and square, and looked like a tooth but wasn't, so I swallowed it" ammunition for you in future. Even for private family blackmail.
Given that Halloween is Come-As-You-Aren't night, I think the only logical costume for Jilli is: cheerleader. Oh, HELL yeah.
I had a wonderfully fun "Come As You Aren't" Party one time. That's when Cowgirl!Jesse came to town! And gay Joey, and straight Esti, and my ex and her new gf came as each other (which worked frighteningly well) and I went as butch (this was before the drag thing started)....ah, good times. And Nicky came as a baby pterodactyl born in a watermelon. Um, because.
Again I say, remember the cautionary tale taught by Laura's boys wrt duct tape. IJS.
See, I think I need to be told this story again...
